Awesome Fantasy Sword 소설 & 이야기

It looked like an armory. My hands pause over a short sword, feeling its magic reach for mine. Its’ magic also felt similar to the throwing daggers' magic. I pick it up and remove it from its sheath to see an almost clear green blade. “This has intent detection runes on it,” I say showing the blade to Aias. Aias smiles at my excitement as I test this blade's balance and weight. I again channel my magic through the blade but this time instead of black flames coating the blade, a rainbow of colored flames dances on it changing every few seconds. The clerk’s jaw dropped as did Aias’ as I just grin and the warmth coming from the blade. It felt like home. After a few moments, I stop channeling my

The sword was resting on a sword holder made out of an unknown glowing blue rock attached to the wall. The sword on it was even more luxurious and oozed out an aura of darkness. Yet at the same time, it had an ethereal feeling. The dark red crystal on its hilt, the shape of an eye, glowed ominously, pulsing as though it were alive. There were ancient texts and markings all over the sword's sheath. And I knew that the blade hidden beneath had even more complicated incantations engraved on them. A name began to form in my mind. Throughout history there was only one sword that met the qualifications. “That's the sword of Aramun. I had it placed in your new room. Do you like it?” Richard whisper

The realization disarmed her more effectively than any feint. She released the sword, taking a step back. "Then we understand each other," she said, her voice losing its edge. "You see a weapon. I see a cage. We're both prisoners of this... purpose." He held the practice sword, looking momentarily wrong-footed by her retreat. He studied the crude blade, then her face. The anger seemed to drain from him, leaving a weary, cold curiosity. "What are you, really? A spy for your father? A trained assassin sent to unsettle the court?"

Immediately, all her lightening redirects to my sword. Lorelai’s eyes go wide, and she screams her frustration. I pull my sword out of the ground. “Lightening Wielder.” I tell her. My sword had been forged by dwarves. Their magic is strong and they put their magic into the swords they create. This one had been a gift from my father. He gave it to me, knowing lightening was the strongest part of my air element. It just worked out for me that Lorelai decided to take the air element. She cannot defeat me using lightening.

He found the right opportunity and stabbed Fantasia with his spear. Energy converged into a poisonous snake at the tip of his spear, which opened its mouth wide and bit Fantasia. The sound of a metal collision rang at this moment. It was the Caelum Sword. Seeing this sword, the heavenly general's eyes constricted. “Philip, you’re finally out.” Philip jumped into the air, and the Caelum Sword returned to his hand.

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.

Lana smile then look at the sword on my side so I look at it to just to be confused. “That sword, I told you before that THAT sword is a legendary sword owned by the first grand king of Evetora given by the goddess. That sword holds the magic that can destroy magic like that mists.” Lana said as I pull my sword and look at it. “What do you mean... but how?” I said looking at the sword. “Concentrate your magic and then use the sword then aim it to the sky.” Lana said and I look at the sword. I close my eyes and concentrate my magic into the sword and I open my eyes just to smile seeing that the jade sword glows. I am about to raise the sword as my magic is like a water being poured into a gla

he asked out of curiosity. King Abaddon clenched his hand in anger, and his forehead glistened in sweat. "That f*cking son of King Bartholomeo carries the sword I am terrified of!" "And what is the name of that sword? It must be made to destroy you!" "Tizona sword, and only a warrior who is capable of casting magic can wield such a sword. Besides, he is the rarest warrior with a 13th zodiac sign, Ophiuchus." "I've never heard of that sign!"

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”